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I was the Origin, the Queen of the Void, and yet I felt like a ghost haunting my own life. Hours passed—or maybe years. In the carriage, time didn't exist. Finally, the horses slowed to a stop. "We have arrived," the man said. We stepped out into a city that shouldn't have existed. It was built in the center of a giant, ancient crater. The buildings were made of black glass and white bone, reaching up toward a sky that was permanently stuck in a deep, blood-red sunset. This was the **City of the Seam**, the hidden heart of the world’s magic.

Beneath the pond lay another world entirely! ​A massive city, its buildings constructed from human bone and black stone, stretched before me. From every corner, a haunting blue light emanated. Thousands of skeletons knelt along the streets, as if awaiting the arrival of a great empress. And ahead stood the royal throne, where the woman with my exact face sat. ​She wore a blood-red gown and a crown of black diamonds. She looked at me with a cryptic smile. She had no pupils; instead, blue fire flickered within her eyes.

“It was passed down that the bloodline of your ex lover would be in full possession of a piece, your urn. Kayla made a request to be given your ashes as a peace token for handing you over to the hands of the Alpha of their time to slay. It was said that your urn is to be with them, maybe along the way, it might have been given to the wrong hands or might have been sold to the hands of strangers. But for what it was, your urn isn't here in this Park.” His words had set fire burning through me, these people were still trying to act cunny. In my eyes, I saw their ancestors, the very people who approved and conducted my execution “You dare not joke with me.” I lit a fire that spread throughout t

The city of Bakunawa. When he turned the page to three hundred seventy-eight chapter eleven, he saw what he was looking for. The eleventh city that once ruled the entire realm. The land that was swept away and was forgotten by some. A place where the tragic rain of meteors destroyed a powerful lineage. The city of ‘Faith’. Ten minutes reading the said book, Dye displayed a weird grin on his face. A smile that sent shivers to his own people.

He turned around to me with a wide-eyed panic. “Onyx, what’s happening? What’s wrong?” “I do not know. It hurts. Do something!” I grabbed my head squeezing it between my hands falling to my knees hard. My whole body was in pain, a pain I had never felt before. I clenched myself but nothing eased the feeling. I fell toward the ground now on all fours unable to hold myself up when I heard the familiar sound of cracking bone. Agonizing, excruciating pain consumed my body as I looked down to myself witnessing my fingers elongating and claws spreading, but these were not my normal claws. These were different, more animalistic, more like…

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

He could smell it in the air, see it all around him and almost taste it on his lips. After roughly two minutes, he got the reward for deciding to follow the path he had taken. The three hostels stood side by side like three giants leading a troop of soldiers to war. The buildings were misty in the distance but from where he was, he knew they were the building he and the other new intakes sought after. He had led them in the right path, he thought. He was sure to be a great Alpha. All he needed do was take care of Harold which his mother was on to already.

--- **The Crawling City** The echoes surge, not toward us-*into* each other. They fuse, bones snapping, flesh knitting into a grotesque metropolis that rises from the shore: towers of rib cages, streets paved with fingernails, a cathedral of fused skulls where the girl floats above an altar of coiled viscera. *"Welcome to the Sermon,"* she says, gesturing to the city. *"Where the Silence is *preached*."* Eden's breath hitches. "We need to go. *Now*."

Just wind and the weight of memory. He reached the top. The city spread before him—Rome asleep, Rome alive. Neon arteries pumping through a body that had bled too long. He looked down at the Black House in the distance. The place where Aria had redefined the future. He looked at his hands. No blood. Not tonight. Just ink. He carried The Book of Blood under one arm. He stepped to the edge of the roof. Breathed. Closed his eyes. Then opened them to the skyline.

The world inside the mirror was not dark. It was a blinding, painful red. ​Seraphina stood in the middle of a city that was melting. Buildings made of white stone were dripping like wax, and the sky was a bruised purple, torn apart by streaks of black lightning. This was the past—the final hours of the first Great War. ​"So, the blood has finally called out to the void," a voice rang out. ​Seraphina turned. Standing on a balcony overlooking the ruin was a woman who looked almost exactly like her. She wore a dress made of shadows, and her arms were covered in the same blue tattoos, but hers were glowing so brightly they looked like they were made of neon.